MOVED.

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Tagged by: @grave-mentor​

Tagging: steal it

open curtains | closed blinds stray dog | house cat people | pets outside | inside half-empty | half-full TV | radio sing | dance shoes | sandals cash | credit hike | drive casual | elegant center | corner sword | shield airplane | boat garnished | plain

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judas is one long continuous #mood

send me ‘✂’ and judas will kill your muse ;; accepting.

Oh, he’d always hated Doctors. Doctors of all kinds. Inexperienced, naive ones to those with years and years of experience under their heel. He hated all of them. Mad, as his Master said. Mad, the lot of them.

After all, the Vileblood should have known better than to disrupt his activities in the woods. Even if they happen to be distant neighbors living on nearly opposite ends. His duties were his own, and not for him to know.

Pulling out the mace from the other’s chest with a firm tug, Judas brought a blood-soaked hand to his own face, simply to sniff and take in its aroma at first. His lips parted involuntarily, tongue flicking out for a moment. Metallic and harsh. And sweet. It reeked of filth. Teeth bared themselves, traces of blood still on his mouth.

What would one do with some creature like him now? Perhaps toss him out for the animals of the woods to eat? Chop him up into pieces for later? Oh, but his clothes were the most exquisite part of it all. It no longer belonged to him; he was dead, what use would he have for it?

send me ‘✂’ and judas will kill your muse ;; accepting.

"Whatever did you mean by that?”

He nearly whispered, tone filled with airy notions as the blade dug into her abdomen, driving it straight through whatever internal organs an Undead even had. His face was not one of mercy, nor guilt. A grin twisted his face, showing exactly the true colors of one of his ilk and her own.

“What...did you mean by that?”

His voice became a much lower and heated mutter. He pulled the blade out, only to stab it right into her neck, bringing it up with as much force as he possibly could. Her face was horribly messed up and near splitting in half.

“There’s nothing for me. I might as well die. Did you mean to say that, I wonder?”

The Finger pulled up the blade finally, nearly falling over in the process. He could hear a couple of thuds just after. A person like him could never find redemption, no matter how much people tried to convince him otherwise. He certainly wouldn’t hear it from her again.

Tagged by: stolen Tagging: -

H.I.M. - “Drunk on Shadows”

The Birthday Massacre - “Calling”

The Birthday Massacre - “Need”

The Birthday Massacre - “Oceania”

The Birthday Massacre - “Beyond”

Motionless in White - “Reincarnate”

Motionless in White - “Immaculate Misconception”

The 69 Eyes - “Still Waters Run Deep”

The 69 Eyes - “Stigmata (Gothic Remix)”